The name on the page wouldn’t stay still. It shifted, swimming around in red ink that bubbled up like blood from a fresh cut. June’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and the covers of the wooden book clicked together like bones.
“Dante,” June managed, voice barely there. “Look. Look at the last line.”
Dante leaned in, holding his breath. He reached for the wood but jerked his hand back, like the book had scalded him. “That can’t be. He was right here with us. We saw him. He fought beside us.”
The name glowed in bright, wet red: Gabriel.
“Gabe?” Raven stepped in to see for herself, hugging her arms tight as if the night had suddenly turned to ice. “But Gabe helped us. He fought the Auditor in the Pantry. How can he be on the list of the dead?”
“The list never lies,” June said. Her stomach
